No love.
Swallowing, I said, “I’m fine, Logan. I shouldn’t let her get to me.” I managed a smile, then lifted my glass. “Here’s to getting out of the house.”
His answering smile was somewhat uncertain, but he raised his glass as well, and drank with me. And when Alex came back with our salads, I thanked her in the most neutral of tones, barely paying her any attention, keeping my gaze fixed on Logan. I could tell that annoyed her, although that wasn’t my intention. No, I just thought if I stayed focused on him, on the conversation we’d been having about the sights he’d seen while out with the guys, on the way Sedona’s beauty had impressed him, then I wouldn’t let my thoughts stray to dangerous places, to subjects I really didn’t want to address yet.
Well, that was my intention, anyway.
